It's safe in the city, to love in a doorway To wrangle some screens from the door And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger?
Like a portrait in flesh, who trails on a leash Will you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely? So I'll break up my room, and yawn and I Run to the centre of things Where the knowing one says
Boys, boys, its a sweet thing Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing If you want it, boys, get it here, thing 'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing
I'm glad that you're older than me Makes me feel important and free Does that make you smile, isn't that me? I'm in your way, and I'll steal every moment
If his trade is a curse, then I'll bless you And turn to the crossroads, and hamburgers, and...
